Saturday, October 4, 2008

Addicted

You know you are an addict
When you look outside and
the trees are blowing
the rain is falling
the air is cold

and you say to yourself
Mmmmm, I think I'll go for a run.

3 comments:

Summer said...

Addict is so...

Enthusiast?

No.

Huh.

Addict...

Aaaadddict....

Whatever.

I love your poems.

Sahara said...

I like Aaaadict. That will be my new self-title. I glad someone likes my poems. :)

Summer said...

I also like your comment comments.